Adonis had never traveled through dimensions before. However, the experience felt strongly similar to dying. The undead never wished to feel that again. He gazed around at his surroundings, noting an almost-living pulse that throbbed through the stonework. “Where... have you brought me?”
“To the other side of after-death,” the angelic messenger responded cryptically. “It will be a bit before The Hierarchs will wish to see you. Until then, please wait here and try not to wander off.” Before anymore inquires could be made, the angel walked briskly away, presumably to tell his superiors of the bard’s presence.
The other side? He stepped lightly around the entrance atrium, listening the pulse. The colors the coated the room dimmed and brightened with each throb. Adonis could only compare it to the heartbeat of some massive being. He stepped up to a pillar, put both hands on it, and rested his head against it. It had been such a long time since he had heard any kind of heartbeat. Perhaps, all his own heart needed was a little push...
Fool...
The songster looked up. He could barely hear his familiar’s voice. Turning to his shadow, he saw that it still carried the red tint of the hiding demon.
Weak... Bad place...
A bad place? Hm, the other side? No... It couldn’t be possible. Certainly that angel didn’t bring him to Heaven? It was inconceivable. People like him couldn’t be in Heaven, not those that willing killed others and were bonded to a demon. But perhaps that was were he had been taken. It was strange, the undead only then realized that he couldn’t feel the presence of the Mistress. In fact, he began to wonder why he was still moving at all. It has always been his assumption that it was her power that kept him moving... and killing.
A grinding sound caught his attention. He turned to the archway, which grew and shrink in rhythm with the heartbeat.
I wonder if it is time for me to meet these Hierarchs. He slowly walked though the archway, hunched over with his cloak close around him. While it was how he normally traveled, it gave him even more of a pitiful appearance in someplace as great as this. The room he came to was even greater than the previous one, though not because of the room itself. It was circular in design, with the floor only reaching inwards about halfway. He approached the edge of the floor and looked into the swirling mass below. Awe was easily readable on even his deceased features. Whatever was rotating below him, it was easily more powerful than anything he had felt, including the Mistress. However, his contemplation was short-lived as he heard footsteps enter into the same room.
OoC: Well, I hope this is kind of what you wanted.
